Last night was treacherous. The beautiful campsite at twilight Beach turned into the windiest night I've ever experienced. At around 10pm I went out for a piss and looked up to millions of star clusters I'd never seen before (hooray for the southern hemisphere!) soon after however the wind really started to pick up as the campsite was just above the beach (overlooking the Tasman Sea). I had pitched my tarp very tight and it is known for it's 2ind resistance but even still the fail force gustsade the walls of the shelter bend and bow with their impressive strength. I was completely dry under my big tarp and I had pitched it with sturdy trekking poles on a flat piece of beautiful and comfortable grass but unfortunately the wind was just too powerful and constant. The walls began to cave and didn't have time to recover as there was no reprieve from the immense wind. The guy lines (powerful rope held down by aluminum stakes in the ground) couldn't withstand the push and pull of the wind despite being rated above 500 lbs. Eventually the corners of the tarp started to loosen under the howling blows and the tarp started losing its integrity. Throughout the night I was constantly readjusting the guy lines, ratcheting them down as hard and tight as I could and they would constantly be violently yanked completely lose by the prevailing wind. I resorted to getting completely out of my sleep bag and getting dressed to go outside. I completely readjusted the tarp to be flush against the ground on all corners making it more aerodynamic and less susceptible to the sudden harsh gusts rioting the fabric, loosening the guy lines or breaking the trekking pole under its immense strength.
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